"No one is a freak," Peter said, just in case it was necessary. "Come this way, we'll leave them to their diner plans." As Peter moved to leave the room, Thomas rose to grab a pen and some paper to make orders on and as he walked past Peter, he planted a kiss on Peter's forehead.

"Oh god," Peter sighed, watching Thomas giggle and walk away. "Heh. Okay, into the game room. It's my favorite room in the house. When I was growing up it was where my father had all his hunting trophies. Yeah, we threw those out."